Of Witches and Watches... (WIP)
"In the swamps of Fungaard, the mushrooms pick YOU!!"
It's impossible to visit this place and stay sexually adequate, I tell you. But as an alchemist on the hunt for rare sex-related ingredients I have to go there once or twice a year.
Almost nothing can surprise me anymore, especially not in Fungaard, so I didn't even raise a brow at the sight of an adorable witch hut surrounded by a fence of phallic mushrooms of every possible size.
Some of them were rather giant specimens, a few were flaccid, some covered with juices from a very recent use. Of course I have knowledge of those juices. Fun stuff, I read over time they increase the body's elasticity and endurance enormously, that's exactly how the cave elves make it through the smallest passages inside the sophisticated caverns they call homes.
As I go around the hut searching for the entrance (always a difficult task with them witch huts), my eyebrows finally start to slowly go up and so does the tip of my dick as I see a naked teen with a pale skin and a long black hair going up and down on one of the biggest mushrooms with a huge bulge rolling all over his belly from the crotch to the rib cage!
The good thing about being a long-term traveler is I already got some fun tricks up my sleeve. It worked before on one adorable demonboy with a very stretchy behind and it might work again, so approaching the witch boy I introduced myself as a member of the Southern Fisting Committee, looking for candidates for the Golden Donkey award, which in short is an award for the best ass of the year.
He swallowed it all and was drooling for more, granting me the fullest access to his ass, and man, I've never seen smoother and softer insides, I almost felt bad for making up that award because he got the best ass of the decade or maybe of all time. I wondered how many years he spent here, polishing it to perfection for hours a day!
Once that hungry hole swallowed my entire arm to the shoulder, the witch boy giggled, asking about his chances in that contest. I murmured that he is definitely nominated and inquired about his name, which he said was Gabriel de Passe or just Gabby. He asked my name in turn and I said it was Dariush Lovehorn, to which he giggled again, saying it was just as telling as his own, considering what a yummy 'love horn' I got.
Between panting and groaning he further elaborated that he might not be actually the best yet as he has some extra giant mushrooms in his fence he's still working on and he practices contortion a lot to make himself more stretchy, especially stretching his legs into extreme oversplits to help expand his pelvic bone more.
I suggested that instead he should consider taking double fisting lessons from a muscled instructor and humbly suggested myself with the price as small as a dozen blowjobs daily, combined with demonstration of those contortion skills he mentioned and of course some nice food, soft bed, bath, etc.
Gabby was overjoyed and we went for a trial week that ended too quickly so we decided to expand it to whenever we got bored. We walked around the forest where as an expert alchemist I could find some lubricant ingredients that even the witch wasn't aware of. After a while--with some significant help, but still--he was able to beat his next milestone, I mean mile-shroom, the super giant one from his fence. It almost looked comical as it bulged through his belly as if he swallowed a whole melon but from Gabby's face I could say he was in heaven from the sheer size of what he was able to take up his ass!
Eventually, I made up my mind to confess I made up the whole contest thing and I was really an alchemist. So I took a breath and I invited him to join the Alchemy Guild as a student, so that he could make it his life's work to research extreme lubricants and anal stretching. To be honest my heart skipped a bit there waiting for his reaction, wondering if I'd ever see this cutie again whose inner world I got to know better than my own now...
After a moment of confusion, Gabby just jumped on my neck and shouted that it all sounds just amazing! He then confessed he had forgotten all about the contest long ago and was just really worried that I could leave him any day now without a trace and even mixed some love potions into my food. No wonder I kept finding him so unbearably cute lately!
Well, we forgave each other instantly and he just jumped on my flying carpet, wondering what the new life beyond the forest will bring...
With deep respect,
Dariush Lovehorn